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Breath of Fresh Air

Breath of Fresh Air

She is a breath of fresh air
The kind you don’t meet every day
Her long and graceful fingers are filled with (bling)
From the men who loved her before.
She is the kind that makes you blush with a glance.
Her beauty surpasses that of an intricate sunrise.
She speaks the truth and does not (blabber)
About unimportant and mundane things
She drinks of life and (slurps) as she swallows from its cup!
Unadulterated laughter fills the room when she muses.
A (drizzle) of joy fills all the dark places and dispels all fears
Like a gradual but steady waterfall,
It (sloshes) into the next week. 
Once you have met her…
You will never be the same.
She is a woman who can make you feel 
A million emotions by one encounter
She will steal your heart
And put it in her pocket
In case she may need it one day!
So, breathe her in and never forget her face.

Written   November 9, 2021
For Onomatopoeia Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Emile Pinet
(ps. underlining and bold did not paste when formatting to poetry soup so words used are in brackets)
sincere apologies

Life Surfaces

restless contemplation
girl sits on a swing
her gaze fixed
comely, resolute
formatting future

she pumps the air
full swing propulsion 
leans back, legs outstretched 
long hair snakes the ground
body pushing harder, higher
wanting feet to bleed the clouds
       like magic happening
to soar out of grimy
to tuck into the sky's release

to slip from the brute inside
his slab of words and deeds
who taunts, "You're just a girl!"
        as he covers her mouth with his hand

she wants to jump off
better not
the gravel wounds
she skids to a stop

a small life wedged into cracks
sullen glances
       at horizons dislocated
rummaging thoughts
to step out of drowning
       hoping her tide leaves no traces

Forgiving Iffy-

maybe I'm formatting and forgiving
yet it's quite chilling this feeling, I'm feeling
So gripping, this feeling
When will He come
I want to run
Yet if I stay here I'll see Him with my own eye
so forgiving
feeling so getty
judgment
 iffy



  7/12/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020 ©

Distinct From Destroyer

Twenty teens relic of Poetry Soup
Self richeously titled 'Destroyer'
Pours gallons of gobblety goop
Franchised vagueness purveyor

Esteemed evaporates as steam
Puffed vapours stutter once were 
Sophistication of learning machines 
On command deliver similar blur 

Structure secures tenures
Moulded by word discernment
Evolving phrasing reverence 
Salutes Her Honour's adjournment 

Sock drawer tipped upside down
Displays threadbare mismatches
Spilled contents far less profound
than moment incubation hatches 

Simmering pungent chopped onion 
Shrunken potential, slips translucent
Terrified writer uses cliche crutches
Readers' precious alliance loosened 

A.I inhales sailing sequence snippets 
Derivative diminishes in computer reign
Harddrive heartache flimsily depicted 
Random frequent phrases fail to explain 

Gathered calamity of data diaphanous 
Hive imput spits cacophony deafening
Authenticity bears value of writers
Trophies consciousness refreshing

Name of Art

A poet I was
‘Cause I wrote
Words so nice
Flowing lines
Easy and clear
Images that 
You could almost see
Paint with words
A world  so dear
Then I learned
To my horror
This is not
What poems should be
They need words
You've never seen
Linked together
Without a care
Blank lines


 


 
For no reason
 

               Formatting

  That   makes no sense

If you can them
Understand
The poet failed
It will never work
Now I know why
Poetry is dead
Poets killed it
In the name of art

Hollow Struggle

Linear highways with oblique life constructs sometimes permeable or literal pathways impartial tell takes of present pasts  and future presents unknown unfolding counter pleasureyours mysterious unknowings and prisonmatic poignant priors yielding gravid pessimistic postures where then is that supreme supine like stupor sense un categorized non filtered ill fettered cosmic puredom wading in its most reliant form residuals accurate essentials   calming the melodic mirror maladaptives that make us Nones in plenty pious pastures forever un pronouncing, maligno rama inert mix eccentricities fomenting an anti formatting F flat favorings sentient beings astride that unwaveringly inhibithabit our once  authentic Selvery hidden all under a morbid barrage of daily concentrates careful castrations  dumb downs via everything except that simple truth    the hollow struggle

Poetry Has Lost Its Pen

Blank is the paper for which I write
I write with a pen no more
You penned this well they say
But all I see is a blank piece of paper

In front of me
My pen has plenty of ink to write
Now they will say you compute this well
The well is empty of ink unless you need to print

Push a button then all shall see
My pen is a computer and not me
The written word no longer has flare
It has formatting and syllable checking

The pen is no longer there we have lost
Our Pen and Flare

Searching the Clouds

VICKI ACQUAH·MONDAY, MAY 15, 2017

Blue skies are for lovers;
Not for mourners, and mothers.
I am searching the clouds.
Any sign would relieve my mind.
Needing the clouds, as weeds need the rain.
Slow pace, searching for a face;
Rain drizzle falls drearily, befitting my mood.
Searching those formatting gasses and vapors.
For an outline, or any clue.
” No news is not good news”
Her leaving was abrupt.
Is she one of the loved one’s hovering,
waiting for us to look up?
Looking up at the clouds, asking out loud
“Is that her face peering
out of the gray and pink cloud?
Could those be her wings?
fluttering in the wind?
I am deep throat muttering,
“Kai is that you”?
” No news is not good news”
Her leaving was abrupt.
Is she one of the loved one’s hovering,
waiting for us to look up?

Job 12:7-10

Fragile and vulnerable
  that moment when time began in God's mind
        memorialized and marked by human kind.
Precious and wonderful
  that first shared loving heart breath of the creator
   formatting earth, water, forest, for  a new curator.
Freed and fallen
  image of the self revealed in man's original purpose
    openly hidden by acted deeds beneath the surface.
Natural and beautiful
  in simplest and faithful admiration
   still bows in submissive adoration
              but man
Alienated
  puffed up in his selfish heart's worth and knowledge
      sets himself above all with self indulgent homage.


Job 12:7-10
“But now ask the beasts, and let them teach you;
And the birds of the heavens, and let them tell you.
 Or speak to the earth, and let it teach you;
And let the fish of the sea declare to you.
  Who among all these does not know
That the hand of the Lord has done this,
  In whose hand is the life of every living thing,
And the breath of all mankind?

Deliberately Delivering Designed Deities

Twenty-three metres. An elephant leap. Vast leg spasms and sporadic duties to a tiled polished floor. Fire formatting finishing frames. And a pyrolysis of a purple strand of hair in a sinkhole waging war with a little flea. Never let it be said that a dynamic IP address will come from work as adjectives are not noted for complacency and judgement is formed from ordered shelves of peas. Lining up on the many shelves. In tins. Exact. Numbered. 00100 or 100900.000 is no name. It is no honour. It is a code. That is no way to treat and grow a core. Essences remain in a cosmically fired whirl. And goblin spinsters whirl backwards in moonlit flames. Flamenco feet then. Cha cha cha. How charismatic and charming. Radioactive beans. Hahahaha firing papayas' is fun. Hahahaha left angled triangular prisms. Deliberation z

Four Haiku Poems On Clouds

imagery, nature, sun, water, wind, word play



The mountains speak out
From under clouds soaring high
Light strikes down below!

Mountain ridges stick out
Crags and crevices shadow deep
Cloud cover adds frost!


Billowing white clouds
Rearrange themselves in groupings
Formatting anew!

The sun’s reflection 
Sparkling the rolling wave tips 
Sent by the strong breezes!

Fly's Flew

Flies’ flew

Adamant fly flew giving me ticklish in nose tip
Hands were busy to drive them far hitting kick
Not only one or two time continuously turning back
As leaders of my town sit back for convention as lazy sack

It is not matter of one or two days but shameful present
By far leaders have tendency to attend in opening meeting 
Proclamation of constitution cannot suppress hungers of poor
A doctor of my town sleeps to create health issue for natives

Poor people construing millions too cannot force for even rule 
Environment of my town blows cheap dust formatting havoc  
Such has been the culture and nature of my beautiful nose 
A lovely town in world bearing name top Everest in the world

Women and even babies are not safe in homes and shades
Cruelties upon them always repeat in stateless affairs
A sick sigh in gentlemen’s face glooms being helpless naturally
Multiple times flies have attacked unhealthy facet of dirty politics.

He Wrote Me a Sonnet

Dear Friends: Today is a special
day for me. My poem, Ballad of
Mistress Moon was chosen as 
Poem of the Day. It came at a
right time because I've been 
feeling rather depressed about 
my writing skills and abilities of late.
You have no idea how this has
cheered my spirits. I'm SO in love
with writing. It is the passion of
my life. It is more than a hobby.
It is my lifeline...

The second lovely occurrence
is that a very kind sweet poet 
here has written and posted a 
wonderful sonnet of dedication
to me. Robert Lindley's dream
of a sonnet, Moon, Light that 
Celestial Path, has deeply touched
my heart not only for its literary
beauty but also for the kind spirit
in which it was written. I'd like to
thank you, Robert, for lifting my
spirits with this tribute. It has done
me worlds of good. Bless you for 
your kindness to me. I was in need
of it today.

With gratitude,
Eileen

Sorry for the strange formatting.
The words at the end of the lines
keep getting cut off!

Straight and Narrow -Formally Test

I have
Been
Relegated
Condemned
To follow
The straight
And narrow
Path
Of Poetic
Minimalism
I shall not 
Stray
From behaving
In this way
Its the straight
And narrow
All the way
From now on
For me


Straight Arrow

No more
Than a few
Words I can
Say
Its the new
Style
Of Poetry 
DONT stray
I shall abide
Keep things
Straight
Narrow
Like
The Indians
Arrow
I shoot this
Poem
Over your way
Do not laugh
Nor should you
Play
From now on
Its the straight 
And narrow
All the way


If you wish

Spaces

That’s ok too

As Long as

You know

Straight and

Narrow

Is still for

You

That’s the rule

So don’t be blue


If you cant beat them join them!!!!!!!!!!!!



Notes: The
formatting issues of
short lines and
double spaces seems
to be fixed, however
if anyone needs help
to fix their posts
feel free to email
me, be happy to
assist.

I stand corrected, there still seems to be issues. However, it seems if you post 
in the Chrome browser is ok. I have tried in in Firefox and sometimes it works, 
and sometimes not.

Control Panel

Excuse, may I perhaps suggest that you adjust your settings
Access my local area network by rebooting your memory
Restore it to our history, the mail, the messages we shared
The cache of stored work temporarily filed away remotely

Technically challenged by the format you display
Data of no gateways or connections in sync
Prompts the recalibration of my control panel
To search and review my settings reboot or even restore

Closing all windows and formatting firewalls
erasing the data, the history and their locations
troubleshooting the back pages encrypted
with messages no longer managed or stored

This media of you remains pasted on a clipboard 
Components that await configuration and review
Left to their own devices by default in my domain
Downloaded, bookmarked in favourite library files

I delete all prompts and search settings and all tools
Inheriting only drivers generic and with false attributes
I apply these settings, I delete the data sources
Denying permission to any external links of you.

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